And life went on as it normally does. The gang graduated but Sam and Mikaela eventually broke up after a stressful mission to Egypt. Crystal and Mikaela still talked every once in a while, but Mikaela seemed to distance herself from everyone now. It was heartbreaking, but life went on.

Optimus' death was shattering, and then his resurrection was a miracle in itself. No one was ready to take the mantle of leadership. New autobots joined the ranks, and left to be stationed at other bases. They were all accepting of Moonstreak, who never left the original group of autobots he first made friends with. Crystal lived anywhere he and the group were stationed at. She kept her house, for those small breaks they got for R and R. Diablo passed away and Crystal refused to let Moon get her another pet. She flatly stated that he was enough of a puppy dog for her. One of her internet friends had passed away as well. All in all it was a stress full time for everyone. But life went on.

With the merging of Moonstreak's and Crystal's spark to heart, there were many other benefits to their transformations. Apparently not everything just happened to Crystal. After a week of testing performed by Ratchet, Moonstreak apparently, was growing. His body was becoming bulkier, his height taller and his limbs longer. His legs started to take a different shape. They looked like the back legs of an animal, maybe a cat or horse. They were constantly bent at the knee, the calf shaping back and the heal becoming a different joint that had his foot coming forward where he seemed to walk on his front sole and toes. An extra appendage made itself known during the course of a month, which became a long tail.

It was safe to say that his form of a Harrier was no long suitable for his bulk and size. Crystal helped him research other aircrafts but nothing seemed to suit either of them. They almost debated on Moon taking his own natural Cybertronian form but the military was unsure about whether that would be a good idea. Finally, they decided on a F35 Lightning II single seat jet. Larger than a Harrier and as long as Moon didn't grow anymore, it should be good enough for now.

Crystal, on the other hand, discovered that she did not have to sleep for almost a week. But if she wanted to sleep, she merely had to close her eyes and tell herself to go to sleep and boom, she was asleep. Her apparent insomnia was fixed. A streak in her hair started to lighten over time till it was just a stark white in her brown locks. She kept her hair short now, marveling at the simplicity and low maintenance of it. Moon was rather heartbroken, but that never stopped him from running his fingers through her hair. Their mind link was an added bonus that Ratchet was unaware of. Apparently the other mixed species couple he had told them about did not experience it like Moonstreak and Crystal did.

All in all they had to take the bad with the good. With Optimus' death everyone came to the conclusion that Optimus may not be around forever, and no one was willing to take up the mantle of Prime. Without Primus to deem any Autobots a Prime, Optimus was in essence, an endangered species.

The idea came across that some of them should travel to what was left of Cybertron and collect whatever data they could about their home before the Decepticons could. One item in particular kept coming up. The key to Vector Sigma. The only problem was, it cost a lot of government money to fly the autobots into space, let alone all the way to Cybertron. So Moonstreak volunteered to go on his own. Being a flyer he did not need NASA to send him in a space ship. The problem was, Crystal.

"We don't even know if you can breathe in the atmosphere." Ratchet had stated while rubbing his chin in deep thought about it.

"But we are bonded. Surely I can." Crystal wanted argue. This wouldn't be a dangerous mission. All the life on Cybertron had dwindled to barely any populace. She wanted to travel to the place Moonstreak had come from, maybe learn some more about him and his home. She also wanted to be of any kind of help she could to the Autobots. And this seemed like the least dangerous mission she could partake on.

Moonstreak was standing in front of Ratchet, Crystal on his shoulder. If he could take her to his home he was all about it. But Ratchet's concerns were sound. If she couldn't breath the atmosphere, it was doubtful that NASA had any equipment that would constantly give her oxygen for the length of time that they would be there. "It would be worth a try Ratchet. And if it is successful, it could help up in the future for any other missions that might come up." Que had fashioned a special, compact bow for her to use as a weapon. Moon had argued that a blaster would be much more efficient, but the female won. Que was quite ingenious how he went about it. It was nothing more than a small cylindrical rod. When activated it would expand to a faintly glowing bow. At each end light shot out to meet each other in the middle, providing the bow "string". No arrows were needed, all she had to do was grasp at the light, pull back, aim, and release. What shot forward was nothing different than a blaster's charge, and she got a kick out of it.

"Maybe, maybe not. Alright, take her there, but if she cannot survive, bring her back and we will schedule your departure for soon after your return." Ratchet sighed and walked over to his monitors on the wall, doing various calculations on the large screens. "All non-allied satellites are not in range, so I suggest you depart now."

"Understood. You will relay are project to Optimus when we leave?" Moon stated, rather than asked.

"Indeed. He would be most pleased if this works."

Moonstreak walked out of base and gazed up into the sky, a small smile on his face. "I think, for this trip, I will take on a more natural form."

"That would be incredibly sexy." Cry grinned at him, running her fingers over that protruding horn that had grown as well, feeling him shutter under her touch.

"It's been years, and I am still not tired of your touch."

Another thing the two had discovered is that Moonstreak did not have to set Crystal away before he transformed. Apparently his body knew where she was and transformed itself around her location, where she always ended up in the cockpit.

His more natural look was a compact yet bulky flying machine with down sweeping wings and tailfins that formed a triangle on his back. The cockpit was small and his nose blunt. He vertically took off and blasted into the sky, passed the clouds, the atmosphere, and into space. Crystal was awestruck. It was beautiful. Cybertrons view was beyond comparison. Moon landed and the view around them was that of ruins.

"All right, I'm going to crack the cockpit and let's see what happens." Moon said timidly. "Let me know, if anything."

"Alright."

Moon cracked his cockpit and there was a hiss from the sealed tight compartment. Crystal took a couple deep breaths, a small feeling of dizziness attacked her but quickly disappeared.

"I think, I might just be alright honey."

"Unbelievable."

Moonstreak made his way through the ruins, Crystal safely perched on his shoulder. They said that there would be vermin that remained on Cybertron. Insecticons and the like. Cry hoped they didn't run into any.